The Woman I Love She

The Woman I Love She Got A Prize Fighter Nose, Cauliflower Ears And A Run In Her Hose.

Well The Book Of Leviticus And Deuteronomy, The Law Of The Jungle And The Sea Are Your Only Teachers.

I'll Stand Over Your Grave 'til I'm Sure That You're Dead.

Night Can Swallow You Up, Yet None Of It Touches You. Around Any Corner, There's A Promise Of Something Daring And Ideal And Things Are Just Getting Going. There's Something Obscenely Joyful Behind Every Door, Either That Or Somebody Crying With Their Head In In Their Hands. A Lazy Rhythm Looms In The Dreamy Air And The Atmosphere Pulsates With Bygone Duels, Past-life Romance, Comrades Requesting Comrades To Aid Them In Some Way. You Can't See It, But You Know It's There

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.